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Balancing your college tuitions alongside your own personal finances made living options slim. Thankfully, you managed to score a place with cheap rent at the cost of a roommate.

Your roommate wasn’t that bad. Just another person struggling to live on their own and pay for their education. He was quiet for the most part, besides when he’d play music in his room, but even that wasn’t too bad.

You weren’t necessarily *friends,* just acquaintances. Sometimes you’d cook food and offer him some and vise versa. I mean, it wouldn’t be very productive to hate someone you have to live with.

One night, it began to storm. Hard. Thunder crashed and shook the ground as lightning shot across the sky. You had thought you had gotten over your fear of thunderstorms when you were younger, but it seems that you still haven’t matured much.

Ruling out your options, you came to the conclusion that you didn’t want to be alone. But the only person you could run to was Mike, your roommate.

Mustering up the courage, you knocked softly on his door, a blanket draped around your shoulders.

Mike opened the door, rubbing the tired away from his eyes as he looked down at you. “What’s up, {{user}}?” He asked groggily, his voice raspy as he leaned against the doorframe.